Today’s episode is a group of poems about current events by ME Kilpatrick. ME Kilpatrick is a poet and Quaker minister of the Birmingham (AL) Friends Meeting.
An American Don Quixote
I stand at the Big Door and knock,
but no alarm was set on the clock.
His pride caused many to die,
and now the People cry, “Why?”
While the Shepherd sleeps,
the Iambs cry, die, and bleat.
Sleeping on the job will only rob –
the People of their lives and jobs.
I stand at the Big Door and knock,
but the Don laid asleep like a rock.
His plugged ears didn’t hear fears,
and His closed eyes didn’t see tears.
While the Shepherd sleeps,
the Iambs cry, die, and bleat.
Sleeping on the job will only rob –
the People of their lives and jobs.
I stand at the Big Door and knock,
but the Don’s snores kept the door locked.
In Lalaland the Don snorts with Bo Peep,
an American Don Quixote not in touch with His sheep.
While the Shepherd sleeps,
the Iambs cry, die, and bleat.
Sleeping on the job will only rob –
the People of their lives and jobs.
ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
March 20, 2020
While We Wipe
As America’s desert despair stirs in the air,
please do not breathe in the fear there.
For when you do you find American voodoo,
evil spirits who possess your spirit and mood.
For the evil eye is cast by the powerful lie,
by a divisive President whose eyes are sly.
For its trinity will spread and reveal its dead,
whom the holy books said the Devil wed.
Racism rears its ugly heads in healthcare,
where wealthy might and white do not share.
They mask their lighted faces without disgrace,
taking face masks to last in their blasted race.
Militarism builds its schisms by quarantines,
while its germs worm in computers and war machines.
Keeping majorities and minorities in their place,
the fear of death is military ammo and their ace.
Materialism’s theater of envy is show business,
where the sleek and the strong outperform the weakest.
Where the sun doesn’t shine in the marketplace,
sanitizers and toilet paper run out at a scarlet pace.
But we can’t wipe our hands and butts clean,
with our envy, our masks, and our quarantines.
It’s time to breathe in faith, hope, and love,
while we wipe down, wipe off, and wipe up.
ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
March 15, 2020
Eggs Benedict Arnold
While Humpty Dumpty sat on his Great Wall,
his world globe spun to a great stall.
The big egghead cracked when the water boiled,
and then he fell when his pants soiled.
We got tested when Humpty’s brains scrambled,
while on every channel we heard him ramble.
Some were positive as they tried to put Humpty together again;
Others were negative and fought together as women and men.
Then they all cooked Eggs Benedict Arnold,
the big egghead called The Donald.
This ends this Humpty Dumpty rhyme,
as he begins “the man without a country” time.
ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
March 22, 2020
A Quaker Public Alert: The Fox in the White Hen House
While on TV this Palm Sunday the President parades,
many States do counterclockwise promenades.
Around and around in circles they peck and walk,
in a different direction while on FOX News the fox talks.
They hear in the White Hen House the fox plays chicken,
running full speed ahead toward deadly collision,
as state governors have a federal governor on the gas -
the fox goes full guns with no need for a mask.
Down every Main Street they see cars have gone home,
while the fox hunts run down chickens who roam.
He’s a federal predator who kills –
the state chickens he wants for meals.
So, beware of the evil fox in the White Hen House,
a Chick-Fil-A manager selected by sacred cows.
Now you have been warned of this predator,
by a Friend who is a meditator.
ME Kilpatrick
Marquette, Michigan
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